Sanity in the workplace is seriously underrated.
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Also some news that turned out to be good - a couple months ago I was afraid I had a bedbug infestation. So I consulted the wise msbelle and got some good advice. However, it turned out that I didn't have bedbugs - the laundry room in my building had fleas. Which is unpleasant, but much less of a headache than my own personal bedbugs. So now, when I do laundry, I wear pants with elastic at the ankles and avoid the bench; it's no fun having to stand up while the laundry runs, but it beats having bites.
My everyday stuff is a set I got at a local consignment shop; it's thin ironstone. The design is called "Empress" (waits for Aims).
I'll be going ahead putting a claim on those, thankyewverymuch.
Is it this? [link]
I never had anything returned, Toddson, but when I stopped sending the cards and letters at birthdays and Christmas, no one seemed to mind. I realized the postal service runs both ways and I couldn't force my blood family to acknowledge me. Christmas became much happier when I stopped watching the mail.
Well, WE'RE glad to see you, Todd :)
Ohhhhhhh...
That's GORGEOUS.
Yay for a great new boss!!!
I have juggled work and I'm taking the day off. I just want to nap. Taking the lorazapam to combat anxiety just knocks me the crap out. I could have tried half, but hindsight is 20/20.
Thanks! I like it. It's old, but not old enough to be precious. Too precious to use, that is.
And, for your entertainment, this.